Claire & Thierry
Thierry was cruising through each of the dates in stride. Some of the girls were shye, some were not quite so much, a few were awkward, and some of them weren't girls but guys. He'd gotten turned around so many times he'd ended up on a "date" with the same girl twice. It was all in good fun though and he was in a great mood. He certainly wasn't taking it all as seriously as some others did and he finally came to the table of one of the girls that most of the guys had taken note of. He'd met Claire before and she helped him a bit with his transformation, since it was a new experience for him he was adjusting to. While Claire grew up knowing how to shift, Thierry was still making himself comfortable with it.
"My, my, what do we have here," he said with his Cajun accent coming out much stronger than it did over the journal systems. Thierry was never one to turn away a seat with a pretty girl and Claire looked good. His eyes looking over her form, but not showing the way it affected him as much as there was a hint of approval when he was down with his brief appraisal. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other with his ankle resting over the top of his knee and a bit of a slouch. Unlike Claire, he wasn't dressed nearly as nice. He wore the best he had though. They were his cleanest jeans and only one of the knees had a hole and it wasn't that big. He had on a simple striped shirt that was older, but clean, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Really, in comparison to Claire, he was really dressed down.
The grin stayed in place, "Lookin' good, 'chere. You get all dressed up for a date, even if it'only five minutes, non? Can't say I complainin' 'dough, it sure is easy on 'de eyes."